OLD

He strides, dressed in misery.
An unfair testimony of injustice.
He bows to the uncertainty of his future,
yet he never appears to give up.
Is it renouncement ?
Is it some fervor ?
He drags himself with the weight of shame,
yet he seems ready - he wants to leap.
Lost to destiny,
destitute,
his body appears to give up,
if not for some crusade.
What a mystery than the end,
if not that it offers the beginning ?
The body is gone, yet what remains of energy,
he uses to tear himself …
into the best formula life is offering him.
He is now the chrysalis of his most sought-for dream.